Booked Up Every Week (feat. Benny Boy Rude)

Ain't it funny how it be seemin' like ain't nothin' goin' down, like everything's slow
You be grindin' real hard, you know what I'm sayin'?
And don't nothin' be happenin' then all of a sudden
Back-to-back bookings is crazy
This grind never cease to amaze me
Days fillin' up on the calendar
Know how to move, don't make mistakes like some amateurs
Every weekend is a show date
We heatin' up, it's time to ventilate
Demonstrate when we step on the stage
Keep you engaged
And sets only come because hard work pays
In the debate, only around if it involves cake
Used to move weight, but now I make them wait
To the next track to drop, which is up to debate
I've been rockin' since there was tapes
Booked up every week, goes to Sissy C
Long streets, every day in the streets
Rule boy tweets, drop oils in the pots
Got my fans geek
Booked up every week
Ghost consistency
Long streaks
Every day in the streets
Rude boy tweets
Drop oils in the pots
Got my fans geek
Booked up every week
Ghost consistency
Long streaks
Every day in the streets
Rude boy tweets
And it boy Rude
When you about to drop that new heat with Frago Bass?
As a matter of fact
When you about to drop that show with Colt Boyd, Cheese Dior?
I don't even know man
I'm out here working
I remember when they didn't even support me
But now I'm grinding state to state
Drop the song with Jada, ladies
Let me now and later come in different flavors
Up the skull, labels banging on the dough
But I'm in the trenches, C-12, I'm jumping fences
Then it's the minutes, caught you slipping, you finished
Be okay, I'm okay, we okay
Grind hard, but it don't pay
Eat these niggas like chips, Frito-Lay
I'll have 40 in the bay
What up, Snoop? What up, Dre?
In the middle of May
Foreign cars, porn stars, no me
Broke niggas, old me
Don't tell me what you gon' do
Show me, VIP, eight spade bottles, pull me
Damn, I love them strippers, cash, cash
Here come all the ads, puff, puff, pass
Get up fast, never crash, do the dance about me, fam
I'm in the spot with the rock, Arm & Hammer make it lock
BBS boys up the block, Rego Bay shock
850 BBS rims, make back 550
Get rich, die trying like 50
Far down on the ground, got back up for my crown
Get the fuck from round
Rude boy run the town
Trey pound
Dominoes
Knock em down
Thank you